FIRST SERVE
It is that time of year when sports columns are devoted to its
annual wrap-ups…the best, the worst, the comebacks, the meltdowns, the funniest, the most memorable, the least memorable (alright, the last one was a stretch).
As this is my maiden post, I have nothing to wrap-up. I could actually produce one but it would be like doing the best research of your adult life only to be told the very next day that someone else had written and published exactly the same thing a month before.
I can, however, wrap myself warm during this cold season’s late nights. My tennis racket is not exactly comforting me in those moments but it brings out the sweat off my palms during early evening matches with court associates. The latter would mean people who work extremely hard during the day and who turn tennis court habitués after office hours. In my milieu, they are the ones who shout expletives when a forehand goes long or an attempted cross court shot goes anywhere but in the court; those who celebrate a winner with a yelling “Yes!?; those who I swear cannot sleep on nights they lose a friendly match; those who have an encyclopedic knowledge of tennis equipment (one almost seems to be the human Google); the loved ones who ad infinitum support the previous types, to name just a few.
The end depends upon the beginning. I heard it in a movie once. I choose a fiscal year so the end of 2006 is my beginning.
I think I just had my most memorable Christmas gift this year.
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